Real Me
For the first time I can feel it.Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Window World | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| Looming Hunger | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
| How Do I? | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
| Flowing | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
| Help | 0 | 08/08/2009 |
| Hearing Mistakes | 0 | 08/08/2009 |
| Alright | 0 | 08/08/2009 |
| Crumble Before Me | 0 | 08/08/2009 |
| Scattered Insecurities | 0 | 08/08/2009 |
| Dreamed Lives | 0 | 08/08/2009 |
| Feel It | 0 | 08/08/2009 |
| The Cure | 1 | 08/08/2009 |
| Coma | 0 | 08/08/2009 |
| Alright | 0 | 07/03/2009 |
| Unsure | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Past Darkness | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| Worthless | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| Real Me | 0 | 06/02/2009 |
| Discovering Glances | 0 | 06/02/2009 |
| Will He? | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| Ahead | 0 | 06/02/2009 |
| Closeness | 0 | 06/02/2009 |
| Blurry Scenes | 0 | 06/02/2009 |
| Hypocritical Tears | 0 | 06/02/2009 |
| Anguishing Happiness | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| Crossed Lines | 0 | 06/02/2009 |
| Bottled Hatred | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| My Dream Turned Nightmare | 0 | 06/02/2009 |
| Burdens Of You | 2 | 05/31/2009 |
| Sincere Nights | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| Children | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| Unknown Voices | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| Soullessly Searching | 1 | 05/31/2009 |
| Empty Crowds | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
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